We all share the same sky and feel the same sun.
See the same moon when each day is done.
Share the same air with every breath.
But we won't all share the same death.
Mine will be brutal filled with fear
I wait for the whistle for my time to draw near.
A pat on the shoulder and be brave son
Grip that rifle there's a job to be done
Some will die old with cushion soft hands
Taking the salute from military bands
Row upon row of medals on their chest
For laying so many young men to rest
Portraits hang in honour in every town hall
To praise the ones who didn't fall
To the ones they couldn't save
Only their children weep at their grave.
See the same moon when each day is done.
Share the same air with every breath.
But we won't all share the same death.
Mine will be brutal filled with fear
I wait for the whistle for my time to draw near.
A pat on the shoulder and be brave son
Grip that rifle there's a job to be done
Some will die old with cushion soft hands
Taking the salute from military bands
Row upon row of medals on their chest
For laying so many young men to rest
Portraits hang in honour in every town hall
To praise the ones who didn't fall
To the ones they couldn't save
Only their children weep at their grave.
